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Show by Randy Hanskat If wishes were horses, then beggars might ride The title of this week's column was written by John Ray back in the 1600s, but it fit the mood I was in Monday while working in the paper's new quarters in Prospector Square. Not that the new space had everything to do with my dreamy mood. Christmas is a time for wishing and hoping, be it for various presents or for a good coming year. Anyway, I've got a rather lengthy wish list. Here is a fraction of it, so any of you who can help out with any of these items, feel free. I wish I had a new car. I can't even imagine what it, would be like to feel pickup when you press on the accelerator. I wish the Gators would end up Number One in college football. For that to come true I'm gonna need some help from Michigan and Washington, but I've got my fingers crossed. I wish tourists didn't have to eat, at least not when I want to. That is a two-pronged wish. The first prong always sticks me when in Alpha Beta. I don't mind waiting in line when I have a zillion things; it's only the waiting when I run in for one or two items which gives me the heebie jeebies. The second prong accosts me when trying to go out for a bite, and falling into the midst of a stampede in a local restaurant, as herds of tourists grab all the tables! wish you could play hockey here. P.C. needs some nice ice. On that point I wish developers were required to do more for Park City. More, that is, than just sticking it for all its worth. I wish I had more time to read. I wish Ingemar Stenmark would win the overall World Cup title again this year. He deserves it. I wish I had a new stereo. It's fun to Duy new records, but listening to them can be almost an ordeal, thanks to an off-speed turntable which currently does its best to distort any record. I wish they changed the format of the Town Races, so that each race was different from the one previous. That way the first race could be a giant slalom, the second could be a slalom. Maybe the third could be a downhill. From there on the courses could be varied as to number of gates, and layout. More excitement, less humdrum. I wish the Utah Jazz would start Thurl Bailey at center. I wish I could go to Greece, or even the Virgin Islands. Or what about Tijuana? I'd probably even settle for Encino, California. I don't know why it is, but it seems this winter has been so much colder than last. I wish I could ski the trees without getting as tense as a rubber band. That can be a problem when you ski with a machine like Chris Smart. Maybe I should just close my eyes and take a deep breath. I wish I could bring Terra the W onder Dog into the new building, as I did at the old one. She'd like to get some of her black hair on the nice white stucco walls. Some days I wish I were Terra. The life of a one-and-a-half-year-old black lab can't be all that bad. Thinking on it, though, I'd probably rather be my cat Ernie. She is little more than a pig with fur, and it could be kinda fun to spend some time like that. I wish I could play shortstop the way the late Buddy Macchia did. I wish I could go camping tomorrow with Jane. I wish I were closer in miles than I am to my family back East. But I don't think I wish I were back there; rather, I would like to have them somewhere out here in the West. I wish I could draw a picture of a Spam animal, or maybe even have one as a pet. I wish you a very Merry Christmas! |
